Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1311 | 2013-07-05 13:43:04 | 93.04 | 92% |
| 893 | 2013-06-10 10:22:51 | 92.79 | 94% |
| 871 | 2013-06-08 12:58:58 | 87.87 | 93% |
| 800 | 2013-06-06 04:58:28 | 92.46 | 96% |
| 301 | 2012-12-19 03:16:42 | 90.70 | 97% |
| 141 | 2012-12-13 12:36:25 | 85.91 | 94% |